This is about the daily grind with young kids ages 8, 6, and 2 and everything that goes with it. From wishing I were somewhere else (more often than you would like to know) to how I'm managing to get through the day without totally losing the plot. My oldest has Asperger's and Sensory Processing Disorder. And he's the best behaved out of the whole lot.

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Monday, July 4, 2011

Happy Fourth of July.

I would like to thank those who make it possible for me to live in a country where I can be free. To do what I want without repercussions. To have a voice and to have a choice.

And to live in a country where I can have my kids do weird things like this:

And afford me the opportunity to take pictures like this:

And eat enough hamburgers, hot dogs and watermelon till I feel sick to my stomach. Because that is my choice.

It is not without pause that I say Thank You for the sacrifices you and your families have made. Made for people like me, to remain free. I do not know the angst of sending a family member off to fight. I do not know what is like to see them leave. To have them come back. The same, yet different.

OMG, really?!?

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